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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:36:09 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 15th June 2006
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------
Alexander Starkweather vs. Julio Rivera
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Dr. Doom vs. Cool Flame
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Rattlesnake vs. Colossus Rhodes
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Chance "Tiger VII" Emmerson Vs Dan White
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OnlyRedsFan vs. GooeyGarth
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Santiago Rivera vs. Jonny Spade vs. Devilsknight
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Senator & RDK vs. Hugh Daniels & Mint
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Rena vs. Hunter
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Affirmative Action vs. Flower Power
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OOC Note: I apologise in advance for any errors that may have crept into this edition of Meltdown; I have been extremely pressed for time this week and have not had a chance to do a full script check. If you spot anything that is incorrect or out of place, please do not hesitate to contact me in chat or via PM, and I will rectify any and all errors.
Thankyou.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:37:04 GMT -5
Meltdown commences with its now customary show and sparkle. With Omega Effect now so very close, the fans know that tonight should be rammed to the gills with excitement and incident. And as the first scene begins, it appears that they are to be proved completely correct…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:37:44 GMT -5
Segment: A Night FULL of surprises (Credit: Logan Locke)
As the next scene begins, Gingerdude is seen in the parking lot with security guards lined up in the entrance. He keeps rocking backing and forth with anxiety as the guards look ready to rumble. A black and gold limo pulls up with chains on the wheels and the three misfits, Bambi, Kelly, and of course, Logan Locke climb out of the vehicle. Gingerdude walks up to Logan who is smirking and taking off his sun glasses.
Gingerdude: Listen Logan, after what you did to poor Brian Carnage last week I felt it necessary to give you the night off. Now let’s not make an event out of this just get in your car and go home.
Logan: I wish I could Gingervitas, however tonight is a big night for me. I promised all these fans a couple of surprises for XS3 this week and they all tuned in just for that reason. If I don’t give them what they want, they won’t watch me any more and ACW will probably shut down! So now that you see the dilemma, how about getting the fuck out of my way?
Two security guards step up and Logan punches one and the other grabs him. Another one comes from the front but Logan kicks him in the stomach but he still can’t break free of the guard grabbing him. Bambi takes her brief case and smacks the guard in the head knocking him clean out. She then opens the brief case and gives Logan his chain. In one swift motion Logan catches it and prepares for more security before Ginger stops it
Ginger: OK OK, knock it off. Let’s make a deal, I'll let you in the arena tonight but you can not, repeat CAN NOT, lay one hand on XS3 or any other superstar. If you so much as bump into someone, ESPECIALY XS3, you will be suspended indefinitely without pay. Do you understand me?
Logan: Hey! Relax Gingerale, I'm not here to fight tonight, I'm here to please, and if I lay one hand on an ACW superstar, I'll fire myself
With that Logan motions for the two girls to follow and they all walk off smirking and preparing for a night that will be full of twists, turns, and pain!
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:39:47 GMT -5
Segment: Scheming (Credit: BK)
We fade into the segment which setting takes place in one of the most familiar places in ACW, Chairman Gingerdude's room. If someone isn't asking for a match, demanding a title shot, or trying to take over ACW, that leaves only one other group of people that occupy the room...The Corporate Alliance. With Dan White and Jake Cheng getting the night off from matches, one would think they would be somewhere else occupying their time on how to vanquish their foes. The other four members of the Corporate Alliance are located in Ginger's office, all concentrated on the task at hand, and that task is RDK.
Predator: ....I say we kill him.
Kiley: Kill him? Don't you think that's a little extreme?
BK: Yeah Pred, I mean we're not criminals, although I've been known a few times to steal the show.
BK heartedly at his own joke while the rest of his stable fail to see the humor in that joke. Slowly his hearty laughs turns into a small chuckle, and then diminishes into on big sigh.
BK: ...yeah, well anyway we have to think up a plan to stop RDK and get in his head. Mess with his mind a little, bring his machoness down a notch....we need to smack him with a dose of reality.
Kiley: Maybe we could kidnap his brother Julien and throw him down a flight of stairs, I mean really, when hasn't throwing something down a flight of stairs not work in our favor?
Ginger: She's got a point.
BK: Yeah, but then we'd have to fly him out here, make hotel reservations, buy him a limo to come out here just to throw him down a flight of stairs...that's just too much money. Wouldn't be worth it, not as worth it as throwing that dog down the stairs...that was priceless.
Predator: I've got it, I've got it, we should send Bruce and Tyrone after him to rough him up right before his match, it's genius.
BK: Who are you, Tonya Harding? Plus, I think RDK can take both Bruce and Tyrone, I mean has anyone really been defeated by those two...
Kiley: ...uhh...
Predator: ..Hmmm...
Ginger: ...good point, remind me to hire two new Bodyguards.
The three take a moment to ponder, it seems this messing with RDK thing is turning out to be much harder than they thought.
BK: I've got it! You thinking what I'm thinking?
Kiley: Thinking hurts?
Ginger: What name would I go by if I dyed my hair black?
Predator: The initials BK stand for Burger King?
BK: ...good go no. What's one thing that's special to RDK? One thing that he repeatedly throws in my face because he has it and I don't..
Predator: Charisma?
Kiley slaps Pred in the back of his head.
Predator: Err..I mean the International Championship.
BK: Exactly, now with what I've got planned, we'll need to do this quick, let's go Predator!
Predator: Where are we going?
BK: Just come on!
BK runs off camera and Predator follows him as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:42:20 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #38 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
November 28th, 2005 Okinawa, Japan School
If one were to be late for something, how exactly is the bell supposed to save you, like in American sitcoms? Yoko ponders this as she rushes through the halls of her college, trying to get to her class before the bell rings.
Yoko: Shouldn’t have taken that twenty minute shower with Sarin…
As she rounds a corner, she crashes into an unknown somebody and goes tumbling. Various papers fly all over the hallway.
When she reorients herself, she sees that she’s bumped into Makoto Kino. He’s gathering his things back together.
Yoko: I’m sorry, it was my fault. I was in a hurry.
Makoto: M-M-M-y fa-fault, shou-shouldn’t have been la-late…
Yoko: Let me help you.
Yoko picks up one of the sheets of paper. On it is what appears to be an elaborate doodle, but upon closer inspection, is some kind of…something, like a blueprint.
Yoko: I didn’t know you designed things.
Makoto snaps to attention and rips the paper from Yoko’s hand. He then makes sure he has all of his things and runs off.
Yoko: I was just trying to be nice!
The bell rings. Saved by the bell? Not quite.
Yoko: I’m late!
She gathers her own things and rushes onward to her own class.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:42:42 GMT -5
Match 1: Alexander Starkweather vs. Julio Rivera (Credit: Latino)
Time to start Meltdown with a bang. Philip enters the ring.
Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Mexico City….weighing in at 210 lbs and standing at 5’11…..The Irresistible Force….Julio Rivera!
The fans start to boo as Julio walks through the curtains and his theme plays throughout the speakers all over the arena. He walks down to the ring as his face is covered by the mask. A few fans lean over and continue to boo madly as he just shrugs it off and runs the rest of the way down to the ring. He slides underneath the ropes and then kicks himself back onto his feet. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and takes off his mask, tossing it to the timekeeper. Rivera jumps back down to the ring as his opponent is announced.
Phillip: And his opponent Los Angeles, California….weighing in at 185 lbs….and standing tall at 6’1….Alexander Starkweather!
The far-away sounds of Starkweather’s entrance are accompanied by the silhouette of a figure cast onto the alphatron. Static and noise take over he screen until the twenty-second mark, and various action shots are shown rapid-fire like a strobe like to the beat of the drums. At roughly the 35-second mark as the song begins in earnest Starkweather makes his way to the ring.
* The Bell Rings *
Starkweather walks up to Rivera and starts motioning to his chin as he tells Julio to hit him. Rivera takes a step back thinking this may be some sort of trick and the fans don’t see know what is going on. Starkweather takes another step forward as he once again tells Julio to hit him. Rivera looks around surprised by this but then shrugs it off as he throws a right nailing it perfectly on Starkweather’s chin. The older wrestler stumbles back and Rivera throws another punch as he gains some confidence. He grabs his opponent by the head and whips him into the ropes. Starkweather bounces off and Julio leapfrogs over him. He then turns around and as Alexander returns, dropkicks him the face. Starkweather falls back against the ropes and Rivera runs up the corner nearest the psychologist. He reaches the top and then leaps off with a cross body block towards his opponent. Starkweather catches him in mid-air and then turns the ariel attack with a big powerslam that nearly implants him into the middle of the ring. He contemplates hooking the leg for a cover but then stands up. He walks around Rivera for a few seconds and the fans let out a range of boos at him. He again doesn’t pay much attention to them as he grabs Julio by the hair and forcefully brings him to his feet. He picks him up in a bodyslam position and walks over to the ropes. Rivera tries to break free but Starkweather positions him hanging in the turnbuckle corner perfectly. He takes a few steps back to the middle of the ring and runs at his hanging opponent like a freight train. Rivera quickly sits himself back up, onto the top turnbuckle and Alexander runs straight between the turnbuckles and slams his shoulder into the steel post.
Rivera then flips over his opponent and stands up. Starkweather pulls himself out of the corner and Rivera gives him a strong elbow to the back of the head. He then grabs him by the waist and tries to lift him up for a German Suplex. Starkweather blocks the attack and elbows him once…twice…and then a third time as he finally breaks free. He grabs Julio by the head and slams him down on his knee. Rivera flips back from the impact and Starkweather locks on a Fujiwara armbar. He applies the move with perfection as the Referee starts asking if gives up or not. Rivera lets out a loud “NO!” and the fans strangely let out a loud cheer as they seem to be on his side for this match. He reaches for he ropes but before he can get close enough Starkweather slams his face into the ring mat. He then stands himself up and gives him a stiff kick to the side of the stomach causing Rivera to roll over in pain. Starkweather bends over to pick up Rivera, but the young superstar quickly grabs by the head and rolls him up for a small package. The Referee quickly slides onto the mat and starts to count but Starkweather kicks out before any form of a count can be made. He rolls to the side and stands up obviously not happy with what just occurred. Rivera sits up and he’s quickly taken out with a Lightning Leg Lariat to the face. He snaps back and the back of his head smacks the ring mat. Starkweather then quickly gets back up on his feet and then runs towards the turnbuckle. He climbs up in one fluid motion and then quickly jumps back towards his opponent with the imploding Shooting Star Press. He nails it perfectly and then hooks the leg for the final cover as the Referee makes the count. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner…. Alexander Starkweather!
Alexander grabs Julio and throws him out of the ring. He then spreads his arms open as he looks around to all the fans. They boo him nearly out of the building but it doesn’t seem to bother the former psychologist as he just gives everyone a smirk and leaves the ring as the show cuts to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:47:53 GMT -5
Segment: "Waiting" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Rattlesnake stands in the back with Charlotte King. He pops his neck as he waits for the brainbusters of the day.
Charlotte: Tonight Rattlesnake, you face Colossus Rhodes in a one-on-one match. The one thing that is on everyone's mind is what stipulation do you think Wyvern will choose for your match at Omega Effect?
Rattlesnake slows turns and gazes at Charlotte. He tries the intimidation route and it seems to be working as Charlotte takes a couple steps back.
Rattlesnake: What type of stipulation will Wyvern choose? What stipulation?! I don't give a crap what stipulation he chooses. The match with him and me at Omega Effect could be anything! It could be a Ladder match. It could be a Lumberjack match. It could be a Last Man Standing match. Hell, it could be a Board Game match. We could sit in the ring and play Monopoly or Chutes and Ladders or Chinese Checkers or even the Game of Life! The truth is, it doesn't matter what stipulation Wyvern chooses. He could choose some stipulation that I've never even heard of and it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference to the outcome of our match.
Charlotte: But Wyvern is the odds-on favorite to win at Omega Effect.
Rattlesnake: And your point is?
Charlotte: Wyvern is the favorite in your match.
Rattlesnake: Like I give a rat's ass. The simple fact that Wyvern made his "triumphant" return means little to me. The fact that he wants his in-ring return one year to the date of his biggest loss means even less to me. It doesn't mean he'll break the Omega Effect curse that lies around him.
Charlotte: What curse?
Rattlesnake: Are you really that daft?
Charlotte: Uh-
Before Charlotte can really answer, Rattlesnake cuts her off.
Rattlesnake: That was a rhetorical question, sweetcakes. Truth be told, I want to know what Wyvern has on his mind. I want to know what kind of match his fragile little mind can come up with. But no matter what it is, I know I could come up with something just a little bit sweeter. I could come up with a match that is considered a "Match of the Year" and I could come up with it blindfolded.
Charlotte: Is that something you could be quoted on?
Rattlesnake grabs the mic from Charlotte and points away from him.
Rattlesnake: You can quote me on this...get the hell out of here! Your services in this interview are now over. I'll finish this on my own.
Charlotte huffs and walks away while Rattlesnake stands in her position.
Rattlesnake: Everyone is anticipating Omega Effect. They all want to see the matches that have been announced this far and the ones that have yet to be announced. The one match they want to see is Wyvern's return match against the "Vision of Greatness." It won't be a match that everyone will wish happened because they will see their hero fall. That's right. Last year, Wyvern's Omega Effect loss was like his alpha and this year's Omega Effect will be his omega...his ending.
Rattlesnake smirks.
Rattlesnake: Oh don't get me wrong by any means. Wyvern will put up a fight, but in the end, it will all be for naught. Wyvern's attempt at trying to beat me at Omega Effect will be, for lack of a better word, futile. That's just the way it will be. Hell, that's just the way it is. If Wyvern doesn't like it, well...there's not a whole hell of a lot he can do about it because at that crucial moment when the match gets decided, I'll pick up the win because I...WILL...STRIKE!
Rattlesnake sets the mic on the ground and walks away.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:48:41 GMT -5
Segment: A slight lack of anger management? (Credit: Devilsknight)
ACW Meltdown returns from the commercial break to a video package recapping the accident that happened this past Saturday on Fallout. It shows how Logan Locke and his girlfriend Kelly were somewhat disturbed by a strange banging noise in the backstage area. As they head back to their dresser-room in a state of anguish, a door is thrown open and knocks Kelly down to the ground. Devils Knight appears from behind the door and threatens Logan.
As the video ends, the camera shows a very dark room. A boiler can be seen in the background along with old, tatty boxes, pipes, some vertical wooden support beams and as the camera pans round the room, a figure is seen sitting with his back against the damp brick wall. The silhouette raises his head to the camera and says in a quiet voice…
Devils Knight: In the last few days, I’ve realised that what I did to Kelly Angel on Saturday was very un-professional of me. I wish I could say that what happened was a horrific accident and should never have happened, but I would be lying. I would like to take this time to apologize to Kelly…
The crowd can be heard in the ACW arena booing. It would seem that they were pretty pleased with what happened to both Kelly and Logan this past Saturday. Devils Knight continues.
Devils Knight: Yeah, sorry I didn’t take her little head right off!
An over-whelming cheer can be heard from the crowd.
Devils Knight: But I’m done with Little Logan and Kelly. They can go off and live their Soap-opera life, I’ve got more important things to deal with. Tonight for instance, I’m involved in my toughest match yet. A triple threat match against 2 big stars here in ACW in Santiago Rivera and Jonny Spade. Now I know none of you out there are expecting me to last more than 5 minutes in this match but I’m telling you now, you will be shocked tonight. I’m not gonna guarantee victory, I’m not gonna say I’ll dominate the match, but what I will say is that what you will see, you will never forget. As you saw this past Saturday, I don’t take losing too well. So even if one of you gets lucky, and happens to score a victory, your high spirits won’t last long. I’ll be hunting you down, and teaching you why you should never under-estimate me.
After Devils Knight is finished talking, a rat scurries into the shot. DK looks down at the rat in a friendly manner. He reaches out and picks the rat up by it’s tail.
Devils Knight: Good evening Harvey. What’s that you say? Mr Rivera and Mr Spade both think one of them is going to win tonight, and that I have no hope in hell? Well, we’ll just have to prove them wrong tonight wont we. They’ll have on nasty surprise coming if they don’t think I’m good enough to wrestle them. Huh? You don’t think I’m going to come close to winning? Then you can send them a little message from me.
Devils Knight stands up still with rat in hand. He walks over to an old black coal fire covered in rust. Obviously this hasn’t been used for a while. With his other hand, DK opens the iron grating who’s purpose is to provide protection from the burning embers inside.
Devils Knight: They think I’m not good enough? You think I’m not good enough? Not sadistic enough, not intense enough? How’s this for intense, Harvey?
With one fluid motion, DK throws the rat he found into the cold coal resting on the bottom of the iron structure. From a table nearby he picks up a splint of wood and a lighter and proceeds to set the splint alight. He throws the flaming splint into the coal and the fire gets bigger and bigger. It would seem that’s the last we’ll be seeing of Harvey. Devils Knight turns to face the camera. With arched eyebrows and gritting teeth, he says in a ferocious manner
Devils Knight: Santiago! Jonny! Your time has come. I’m going to prove to both of you, to all the wrestlers in the back and to all the fans sitting in the arena that I’m in your league, and that I can take on both of you at anytime. Get ready, your Devils Knightmare is only just beginning!
Devils Knight turns away from the camera and walks into the darkness at the back of the room. The camera turns to show the burning fire, with whatever remains of Harvey burning inside. The camera zooms in on the flames and fades to black
*End Of Segment*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:53:05 GMT -5
Segment: High Noon in Texaco (Credit: Dan, Hunter)
Wednesday 14th June
Raw I’ma give it to ya! With no trivia! Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia! My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation Like the emancipation Proclamation!
Dan’s listening to ‘Da Mystery of Chessboxin’ by the Wu Tang Clan as he drives up the freeway, in his luxurious and highly-expensive new McClaren F1. He smiles as he loses track of the song, but still taps his hand on the side of the wheel to the beat of the song. He takes the car into the outside lane, and presses his foot hard on the accelerator. The speedometer begins to increase rapidly…it goes through 60 MPH, 70 MPH, 80…before Dan releases the peddle, pressing the clutch down and changing the car into third gear. He then presses down on the accelerator again, and the car disappears into the distance, like the Millennium Falcon going into hyperspace. Other cars on the road move towards the inside lanes, allowing the car to fly by them. Dan looks over to the right hand side, and manages to view a picturesque scene just over the road, of the ocean. The sun sets in the background, reflecting off the waves. But this catches Dan’s eye, and he brakes a little as he has to grab back his vision. He then looks up, pressing a button, and the overhead compartment reveals itself, with a pair of Oakleys, with a blue tint, naturally. Dan keeps one hand on the wheel as he grabs the shades with his other hand, sliding them over his eyes. He shuts the compartment, and places his other hand on the wheel.
He concentrates on the road again, when suddenly a flat beep can be heard constantly. Dan sighs as he notices the fuel gauge, and that he needs to pull over fast. Fortunately, a service station is up ahead. He smiles to himself, thinking “oh cool, I’ll be able to buy a Boost bar and perhaps an Irn Bru…” He pulls to the inside lane, and then onto the bypass, pulling into the petrol* station. He drives quickly past a car, and into one of the docks. He carefully opens the door, allowing to let it raise before stepping out, remembering to grab his wallet. He Steps out of the car, and shuts the door, carefully. He then slides himself over to the petrol tank, unscrewing it and placing it on the car roof. He then grabs the pump, and jams it into the tank. He presses the trigger, and allows the petrol to flow into his car. As he looks around dazily, the camera notices the paintwork on the car bonnet. It depicts a Welsh flag waving in the wind. Dan patiently waits for the tank to fill up, at a price of $50. Ouch. He finishes off, pulling the gun out and placing it on the hook. He then locks his car, before heading off towards the shop.
(* - I refuse to Americanize for you people).
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A car pulls up inside the car park. It’s a four-door car that appears to be a sedan, however the windows are titled. The car is completely jet black. It pulls up about 50 feet away from our hero’s McClaren F1. The driver door swings open, and alarm bells begin to ring in several members of the audience’s heads, as the smartly-dressed man with 80s-style glasses walks out, holding, alarmingly, an AK-47. The two back doors open as well, and the two men from last week – the hick, and a white Samuel L. Jackson look-alike – leave the car, also holding AK-47s. They look around the petrol station, and see that it’s nearly deserted as they eye the McClaren F1.
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Dan: what the hell do you mean you don’t sell Irn Bru?
A bemused cashier, a female with brown hair tied behind her back, and clearly a teenager stares open-eyed at Dan, clearly shocked at quite scared at this huge man demanding Irn Bru.
Cashier: Erm…I’m sorry sir, I don’t believe I know what Irn Bru is.
Dan: …
Wow, a million things are going at once in Dan’s head. Most of them involve referring to numerous movie scenes which would include the cashier being murdered, and Dan rolling into the sunset with a bottle of tequila and a hot woman on his arm. But instead, Dan counts to 10 inside his head. He silently opens up his wallet, pulling out two $20 notes and a $10 note. He hands them over to the cashier, who is a little more relaxed.
Cashier: Thank you for being a customer of-
Dan: Irn Bru is a drink that has been proven to have been drunk by the Gods of Ancient Greece. However in the great Battle of Athens, the recipe of this marvellous drink, which involves the blood of the twelve greatest mythical animals ever, including a crossbreed Giraffe and David Hasslehoff. Mhmm. Anyways, the recipe was found by a man who was poor, very poor that he couldn’t even afford to take a shit and have some bog roll ready for him. Anyways, he-
Dan looks around as he talks, and everything fades into slow motion. Several gunshots can be heard, and the same gunshot sounds can be heard from a week earlier. They hit a petrol tank, and a wave of fire engulfs the dock, swiftly followed by the recently-filled McClaren F1. There’s a series of explosions that send Dan charging over the counter, dragging the cashier to the floor. Dan’s a natural and putting other people ahead of himself like that. Anyways, two seconds later the glass at the front of the store implodes into the store, and shards of glass fly towards the position that the girl and Dan were standing in. The both look at each other, heads towards the floor. The girl is screaming incredibly high-pitched, as Dan looks up. The entire place has been dominated by flames, and they don’t seem to have any way out. Dan squints his eyes, and sees three figures looking like they’re trying to get into the store.
Dan: Fuck’s sake. Stay here, I need to sort things out.
Cashier: No!
Dan leaps to his feet, but dives out the way as gunshots fly his way. He hides behind a tower of manure, considering his options. He looks around, and sees a hardware section. He crawls across the floor, and grabs a sledgehammer. He picks it up like a weight, but crawls behind the counter. The men however close in on the three, walking through the embers like they’re ghostly figures. However a police siren can be heard within a few seconds. The three men hear the relief signal, and escape out of site. The smoke sets in, and everything is going dark…
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Dan wakes up, and the camera sees everything from his view. He holds his head, and sits up, looking at his surroundings. He’s in the back of an ambulance, and has a sudden head rush, that causes him to lie back down for a couple of seconds. He then slips off the bed, and steps outside. The sun blinds him temporarily, but he gets used to it. A police captain then walks over to Dan, chewing some gum.
Dan: What…what happened?
Captain: Well it appears that someone carelessly chucked a match away as they lit a cigarette. The place went up in flames moments later.
Something clicks in Dan’s minds. That’s surely not what happened, was it?
Dan: Erm, sir, that’s not what I saw. What about the jet black car with tinted windows?
Captain: I saw nothing of it.
Dan: But what about the three men with AK-47s? What about the bullets that they shot? Didn’t you find anything?
The captain looks concerned.
Captain: Look, you survived something that you should have died from. Hell, you even saved the cashier’s life. She’s getting treated too, and she’s still in an unconscious state, but she should be ok.
Dan: You didn’t answer my question…
Captain: …look, you car ids also-
Dan: I don’t care about my car. I nearly died here, and there were three men that blew up one of the pumps, and then tried to get into here with guns. They shot at us. Check the cigarette stall. Check them all, there’s surely some bullets somewhere around there.
The Captain still looks a little concerned, and confused.
Captain: Listen Mr. White, you suffered some toxication during inhalation, and it may have severed your memory of the events here…there was no car, no men, and certainly no bullets. Now I suggest that if you’re wrestling tomorrow, which I’m sure you are, that you get some much-needed rest. I’m no doctor, but I highly recommend that you stay away from any strenuous-
Dan: -Ok, I get it. Now please, just give me a lift to the ACW arena, please?
The Captain shakes his head a little, before heading towards his cruiser. Dan follows along, sighing again, before turning back and noticing his destroyed car. He wipes a tear from his eye before noticing on the floor that his shades have been bent at 90 degrees, and are in tatters. He notices a piece of paper underneath, and he picks it up. The note says:
"Compliments of Mr. Hunter"
Alarmed, Dan drops the paper, but it catches the wind and flies away before Dan can grab it. He sweats a little, entering the back of the car, and looking outside...
Was all just a dream?
Fade Out…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:55:56 GMT -5
Match 2: Dr. Doom vs. Cool Flame (Credit: Latino)
It’s time for another ACW/Fallout talent exchange match, and Philip is ready and waiting in the ring.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Parts Unknown…weighing in at 205 lbs…..Diego "Cool Flame" Santana!
Battle Without Honor begins to play as Santana walks down to the ring. The fans all start cheering for him as it is a rare opportunity to show up on Meltdown, tonight. He raises his arms up and the fans lean over the barrier as they extend their arms. He then slaps hands with a few fans and runs down the rest of the entranceway down to the ring. Flame jumps on the ring apron and then leaps over the top rope. He spins around with both arms extended up to the arena rooftop. He then points to a few fans as his opponent for tonight is announced.
Phillip: And his opponent hailing from the former Soviet Union…weighing in at 215 lbs…..Dr…Doom!
As Doom’s theme starts to play throughout the speaks he walks out draped in his full cape and iron mask. He raises both arms up and the fans cannot help but boo relentlessly. Many fans hold up signs that say “Doom Sucks” and “Go back to Russia!” He doesn’t pay them no mind as he notices Flame standing in the ring. Doom continues to walk down as his cape drapes along the entranceway floor and then slowly walks up the steps. He then steps between the ropes as he moves inside the ring.
* The Bell Rings *
The fans instantly start to boo louder and louder with each passing second. Doom looks around a bit surprised but then runs at Santana with a big clothesline. The Fallout star’s back slams into the ring mat but he quickly rolls over and spins back to his feet. He waits for Doom to turn around and quickly jumps up with a dropkick to the face. Doom stumbles back a couple steps and then as Flame gets on one knee Doom lunges at him with a boot to the face. Santana grabs the side of his face as he feels the impact run about his face. Santana is then dragged back to his feet and Doom, with a firm grasp, whips him to the ropes. He bounces off and Doom goes for a strong calf kick. Santana jumps up escaping the attack and then jumps with a spinning heel kick knocking Doom right across the face….errr mask. Doom is taken aback by this as he didn’t expect this and falls against the ropes. Santana lands on his side but swiftly gets back up onto his feet. He runs towards the ropes and then bounces off as he gains some momentum. Now moving closer to his opponent he jumps up with a big clothesline and both men are sent over the top rope. Doom’s neck nearly hits the ring apron and Santana’s back slams into outside mats with a loud impact. The fans are chanting for Santana now as the Referee looks on from inside the ring. He begins to count but neither man can hear him due to the fans screams and of course their shaken heads. . . ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! . . FOUR! . Flame is the first to move as the seconds pass. He grabs onto the audience barrier and then looks back at Doom. The masked man stands up as he turns around Santana jumps at with a perfect moonsault. Doom dives out of the way and half of Santana’s body slams into the ring. He then slumps onto the floor mats as he grabs his stomach pain. Doom looks on with a small laugh and then grabs Santana by the hair as he pushes him back inside the ring. He quickly follows he doesn’t want to get counted out this early in the match. He makes his way over to Santana’s body and then quickly hooks the leg for the cover. The Referee slides onto the ring mat and then slaps the mat for the cover. He gets to ONE but Doom quickly breaks the hold himself. He looks around with a smirk under that mask as the fans boo relentlessly. As he stands up, Doom drags Flame onto his feet as well. He keeps a firm grasp on his arm and then whips him into the nearest corner. He then charges at him with a big clothesline that lifts up a two or three feet in the air. He then falls back down against the second turnbuckle and Doom quickly lifts him back up. He throws a right and a left and then whips him into the opposite turnbuckle corner. Doom then runs at him and then steps up the ropes just close to the corner. He jumps off and then nails Santana across the face with a Shining Wizard. Doom lands on his feet and Santana falls back against the corner barely hanging on. Doom then kicks Santana in the gut and as he bends over he quickly puts him in position for the Siberian Express. He quickly performs the devastating move and slams Santana into the mat. Doom then drags Santana into the middle of the ring. He drops down on his knees and then hooks the leg for the cover once again. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner….Dr. Doom!
Doom raises his arms up the air as the fans boo once again. The Referee grabs his right arm and points to him declaring him the victor of the match. He then pulls his arm away and lets out a slight laugh as he looks down at his opponent. He then leave the ring staring a few fans close by as the show cuts to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:56:54 GMT -5
Segment: The deception deepens
Her nervousness can be heard in the swiftness of her breaths, even before Charlotte appears on camera. Ever since she told Latino on Tuesday morning what she saw on the previous night’s Warfare, Charlotte has been dreading this evening. But now she has no choice; she has to try and confirm what she witnessed in a quiet corridor… one of the very few things she, and most other people, never expected to see occur in ACW.
How could Alicia do it? And why? Charlotte is at a loss to explain a reasonable motive.
“They always seemed so happy together…”
Of course, “always” is a flabby term. Every relationship goes through its ups and downs. But there are bumps in the road… and then there are almighty chasms.
Making sure she is not seen, Charlotte follows Alicia toward the ladies’ showers. So far, she’s seen nothing to suggest anything is amiss, and certainly Alicia doesn’t seem nervous. Charlotte wonders if Alicia has been made suspicious by anything Latino has said or done at home; after all, the look on his face when Charlotte told him the awful truth was crushing to behold…
Charlotte stops; suddenly, she’s lost her quarry. Hurrying up to the door where she last saw her, the intrepid reporter hears two voices, and recognizes them. She dare not, however open the door in case she is spotted, and so has to content herself with audio only.
The camera’s poor lack of distance for sound coverage distorts the voices so that neither are clearly recognizable, save for the fact that one is higher-pitched than the other, and must be Alicia.
AK: What is it? We’re in the middle of the show, we both have places we need to be.
??: I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed this afternoon.
AK:…….yes, me too.
??: Did you have any trouble?
AK: Latino seemed a bit “off”… but then he’s had moments like that ever since Spring into Hell.
??: Don’t worry about him, he doesn’t need to know what we’re doing. I told you, you’re the only person who understands me on this… to everyone else it’s like speaking a foreign language. But when we’re together, and it’s all happening… I feel so alive.
There is a pause.
AK: Well… I had a good time.
??: Better than last time?
AK: Oh, absolutely. Now please… I really do have to go.
??: But-
AK: Later, love, later.
Charlotte leaps away from the door and darts out of sight in the nick of time. She waits for AK to leave, and this time does not bother to wait for the man to emerge. After all, she already knows his identity… and having thought about it, that gives her a whole new problem…
Charlotte: I need to speak with Latino again. If he acts rashly, he could end up in even more pain…
She hurries away, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 15:58:27 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #39 (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
November 28th, 2005 Okinawa, Japan Satoshi Household 8:00 PM
A great big sigh escapes Yoko's lips. Sarin has heard it many times before. The sigh of the utmost contentment one feels when one is completely at peace with the world. Snuggling closer together for warmth and comfort, Yoko rubs Sarin's upper arm rapidly, hoping to warm her up with friction.
Sarin: It's really cold tonight...
Yoko: I know a lot of ways we could warm up.
Sarin rolls her eyes, yet snuggles even tighter up against her partner, nearly cooing in delight as their comfy flannel pajamas brush against each other.
Sarin: But we warmed up this morning. And after lunch.
Yoko: Your point?
Sarin: I'm tired, Yoko. That's my point. And I know you're tired too. Relax, we have a busy day tomorrow. We're supposed to be on full patrol.
Yoko: Right.
A few seconds later...
Yoko: But it's only eight o'clock--!
Sarin silences her with a firm finger to the lips. Yoko shrugs and envelops it in her mouth. Sarin growls and yanks it away, rolling on her side.
Yoko: You want to offend me by showing me your back? Not one of your brightest ideas, Sarin...
Sarin: Oh would you stop!
But she's grinning, and she turns around once more to engage her lover in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining and wrestling for dominance. A few moments later, they break apart, gasping for breath.
Yoko: Sarin?
Sarin: Hm?
Yoko: Do you love me?
Sarin looks up at her, bemused.
Sarin: Of course I love you, Yoko. Do you love me?
Yoko: Does a fish love water?
Sarin: ...No, because it's not a sentient being.
A sweat drop forms on Yoko's head.
Yoko: Uh...right. I love you very much.
Sarin: Why, Yoko? Why do you love me?
Yoko pauses, before pulling Sarin into her lap, holding her securely by the waist. She gazes into her lover's eyes, and at that moment the world slips away, revealing only pure unadulterated passionate love in its highest form. At that moment, all of their problems dissolve, all anxiety about the future, about their dreams, their lives, about the Idolizer or the Engineer or Rika or Jinx or Mr. Floppy, all of that doesn't seem to matter any more...
Yoko: Like a comet pulled from orbit, as it passes a sun. Like a stream that meets a boulder, halfway through the wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you, I have been changed for good.
Sarin: ...That...that was beautiful.
Yoko: It mirrors my feelings for you, Sarin. I’ve been changed for good after meeting you, and that’s why I love you.
Sarin gazes lovingly in Yoko's eyes, utterly smitten, before pouncing on top of her, meeting Yoko with another steaming kiss.
Voice: Bad time?
Yoko: Yuki--knock--next--time!
Yuki stands in the doorway, shrugging.
Yuki: Hey, it's a free country. Anyway, I just want to tell you both that I'm going to bed now, and I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night hearing strange noises coming from your bedroom. I haven’t been sleeping well.
Sarin and Yoko are extremely lucky darkness covers the entire room, for their faces just turned a violent shade of scarlet.
Yuki: Well, goodnight!
They stare wordlessly after her, too dumbfounded to speak. Finally, Sarin mouths a question.
Sarin: Are we really that loud?
Shrugging, Yoko rolls over on to her side.
Yoko: It's not my fault you can't keep your mouth shut.
Sarin: If I'm screaming it's only because of you!
Yoko turns around, displaying an impressive shit-eating grin.
Yoko: I like to think so, yes.
A small "teehee" escapes Sarin's lips, and darkness covers them once more.
To Be Continued…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:00:39 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:03:03 GMT -5
Match 3: Rattlesnake vs. Colossus Rhodes
Back to the arena, where the show is chivvied along by Philip and the next round of introductions.
Philip: This is a singles match, set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from the Fallout roster, hailing from South Bend, Indiana, the “Immovable Object” Colossus Rhodes!
As his theme plays, the impressively sized Colossus gets a decent reception from the ACW fans. He intimidates a few crowd members before reaching the ring and walking up the steps, and roots himself close to the centre of the ring with his eyes fixed upon the entrance.
Philip: And his opponent, from Orlando Florida, representing the Senatorial Stable… “The Vision of Greatness”, Rattlesnake!
The crowd picks up at once and begins to boo loudly as “Blind” pounds out of the speakers. Rattlesnake enters and walks to the ring with a slight swagger; despite the fact that he’s facing a bigger opponent, he gets right up close and personal with Rhodes before the referee separates them. Whether this little tactic will have any appreciable effect remains to be seen…
Once he’s happy that all is in order, the referee calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
On paper this is a no-brainer, but clearly no one sent the memo to the immovable object, who startles Rattlesnake with a charge straight off the bell and knocks him to the ground. Rhodes continues to the ropes and rebounds for a second go, but his size makes him sluggish and Snake indignantly toughs up and demonstrates his fortitude by shoulder-blocking his foe, causing Rhodes to crash loudly to the mat. At once Snake presses Rhodes’ neck with his knee for a full 5 count, and tests the referee’s patience before releasing his foe. Rhodes is less than thrilled, and takes the “issue” up with Snake so that the two men exchange blows in the centre of the ring before tying up.
Rhodes easily has the better drive, and forces Snake back into the corner. Almost at once, the Vision of Greatness knows he’s in trouble; Rhodes has a punching power that is bolstered by his bulk, and he leaves Snake reeling before delivering a huge bearhug Suplex into the centre of the ring. Rhodes pins, 1….2- it takes an effort for Snake to get his arm in the air, and he can tell that even he won’t withstand more than a few hits of that kind of strength. Thinking quickly, Snake feigns being more hurt than he is, and as Rhodes gets up, Snake makes his lack of speed tell by rolling aside and causing Rhodes to miss with an elbow drop.
At once Snake is on his feet; he boots Rhodes in the ribs, and then shifts into a jabbing combination once his opponent is vertical. Rhodes goes for some mighty swinging lariats, but Snake dances out of the way and then whips his heavy opponent with an effort into the ropes. Rhodes doesn’t travel fast, but a mistake here would be very costly, and the immovable object almost manages to accelerate enough to catch Snake out. As it is, Snake just manages to sidestep, and then trips Rhodes to send him sprawling on to the mat. Snake attempts to get hold of his foe’s legs, but Rhodes kicks him away forcefully and gets up, and when the pair clash again Rhodes is able to hit Snake with a double chokeslam. Rhodes covers and gets 2.5, and earns his foe’s anger…
Snake is deadly serious as he rises; he heads straight for Rhodes and his opponent smirks, thinking he’s playing right into his hands. But Snake suddenly uses a sliding baseball tackle to knock Rhodes over, and has plenty of time to get up and into position for the Constrictor. As the Dragon Sleeper bites, Rhodes’ large frame makes him highly susceptible, and Rattlesnake’s grip is as solid as steel. By the time of the second arm raise, it’s clear that Rhodes is out, and the third is merely a formality. The bell rings, and Snake releases his opponent.
Philip: Here is your winner… Rattlesnake!
The crowd boos Rattlesnake, but they can also see that Rhodes asked a few pertinent questions of one of ACW’s hottest talents, and the anticipation for the already legendary clash between Rattlesnake and Wyvern at Omega Effect is raised another few notches. Snake, meanwhile, shows absolutely no hint of concern or weakness, and celebrates his win with a wide smile and concrete confidence as the show cuts out to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2006 16:05:24 GMT -5
Please note this is a work and no offence is meant by the comments I make and these are not my actual views and are the views of my character Segment: Answers (credit: Jonny Hughes) We are brought back from commercial to see the newly returned Jonny Hughes standing in the centre of the ring holding a microphone Hughes is wearing a fine pin-striped suit and is looking smart. Hughes is certainly not getting a good reaction from the ACW fans who boo him loudly however Hughes seems to be enjoying it. The crowd begin a "Go Back Home" chant aimed at Hughes who now begins to look angered. He looks around the arena drops the mic, and begins to leave the ring, the fans cheer loudly as it appears they have got what they wanted. Suddenly Hughes turns and picks up the mic much to the dismay of ACW's fansHughes: "Did you actually think that I was leaving, (laughs) you people are more stupid than I give you credit for." The fans begin a second "Go Back Home" chantHughes: "Believe me I'd like nothing more than to go to my beautiful summer house and be far away from you ignoramuses that my godfather bought me, back in Sicily. But you see I have business that needs attending to here in ACW, and I’m not leaving until I’m done. So unfortunately i have to endure you filthy, ignorant sons of bitches until then. Now back to business. Roll the footage" Hughes looks to the Alphatron which is now showing a clip of him attacking The Senator after his match against Tornado on last week's Fallout. The clip stops on the image of Senator locked in the Anaconda Vice with pure agony on his face. The fans boo this footage.Hughes: "All week I have been asked the same question, "Why? Jonny Why?" and you know I got sick of it for 2 reasons. 1. That question is a terrible cliché now in wrestling and 2. My motives should be pretty apparent by now, to anyone with a modicum of intelligence, oh sorry I used a big word there which some of you may not understand, modicum means the same thing as particle, oh that’s no better for you, modicum means bit okay, anyone with a modicum of intelligence would know that I attacked The Senator for a number of crystal clear reasons, for starters the son of a bitch eliminated me from the Fallen Heroes Rumble The crowd pops at the mention of this, secondly, what better way for me and Omerta to showcase ourselves than in The Senator's retirement tour which the whole world watches, and finally The Senator represents everything that is wrong with ACW." The crowd are confused by thisHughes: "Whilst I was recovering from injury i sat back and watched ACW and I was mortified by what I saw. I saw three women at the top of the company, one of whom is the ACW Heavyweight Champion, the public face of this great company. Now I don't know or care about you Boo but I take exception to fact that some slut who has slept her way to the top is still the champion, it was endearing at first but now it's wearing thin how can some woman, a second class citizen, remain our champion. The other women at the top are this tag team Flower Power, our current Tag Team Champions, not only are they obviously female but they are raving homosexuals, lesbians. Homosexuals have no place in wrestling heck ask Chris Kanyon ouch:) and they certainly have no place on Television. The fans begin booing wildly at this point Chairman Gingerdude enters the arena much to the chagrin of Jonny Hughes.Gingerdude: "Stop right there, I will not have you lay into our champions, now forgive my memory but do you have a match on tonight's card?" Hughes: "No I don't as it happens and you know why? It's because spaces have been taken up by these damn lesbians and that ancient old croner Senator and his crappy retirement tour." Gingerdude: "I think we've heard just enough of your spouting off, you can talk the talk but can you walk the walk?" Hughes: "What do you mean by that?" Gingerdude: "On this week's Fallout you will face The Senator in a tag match." The crowd pops for this announcementGingerdude: "And before you start complaining I would like you to get out of this building." Hughes: "You can't silence me, I will be heard!!" Gingerdude: I've asked nicely so now you will be forcibly removed, Security!" Hordes of Security guards emerge from the curtain and head to the ring, Hughes removes his suit jacket with the intent to fight. Security surround the ring and slowly enter, Hughes attacks one of the guards but is swarmed by the others (who have evidently learned quickly from the incident with Logan earlier). They drag him out of ring and out through the crowd kicking and screaming, shouting obscenities at the fans who are now singing, "Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Hey, GoodBye.Fade to black.
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